I’d just won five million yuan in the lottery when falling rocks at a construction site crushed me to death.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in the 1980s.
Dressed in a wedding gown, I’d nearly hanged myself from the eaves.
My parents had married me off to a pig farmer known as a bad omen, trading me for the bride price for my younger brother.
They never imagined I’d not only survive him, but also build the pig-farming business into a success and turn my husband and me into major contributors to the province’s GDP.
